Portraits are not selfies – said the invitation to an art exhibition of a budding portrait painter. It piqued my interest – a portrait painter nowadays?
Finally, we were allowed inside the gallery. One of the walls had twelve paintings. A wall full of kaleidoscopic lava-lamps. I was about to move on in search of the portraits but a particular beam of light showed one of them to be a portrait.
I moved closer and examined each of them. They were portraits. Just a tilt of my head or a step right/ left and these appeared to be lava lamps with wax blobs of different colors. A few were pure white and others multicolored including one that was indescribably purplish-black.
The artist had seen me studying his work and walked up. I could not resist asking – what he wanted to communicate?
‘I have tried to capture the conscience of the subjects here that appears like the lava-lamp. Would you like a portrait of your teflon conscience?’
I quickly walked out.
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Thanks Al for the lovely prompt.